This is a song about "Go make your own car poem"

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

I never wanna settle for this life i'll make it better when i go and then i get it on my own right

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

I could make my lyrics make you want to tie your own noose

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

So rap and i go back like asses in car seats/

I make my own music, i even produce,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

So go fucking write your own shit, your opinion is noted

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Own this life like its your own

Music that y'all condone

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

U go along on ur own but nigga your walkin all alone